Chapter 1: An Irishman Named Django
(Opening A/N: Okay this is another one for the Black Lagoon archive, but this time I'm going to do it as a reincarnation story along with being set in modern times, after dying of old age, our hero Django has been reincarnated into the body of an Irish-American mercenary by the name of Django Muldoon. A professional gunslinger and a highly trained former U.S. Marine, and a master of martial arts. He has chestnut brown hair, green eyes hiding behind a pair of small silver framed glasses and a neatly trimmed beard to match, his height is 6' 2" along with 184 lbs with a chiseled physique, he also has tattoos, a black coffin with a gold crucifix to represent that anyone who crosses him will surely meet an end, he also had a Hannya face on his right hand which was slapped on by his step sister wanted to be a tattoo artist, he also has a Japanese dragon holding a shamrock and a Celtic cross showing that he's the Irish dragon of Nakamoto, and his adopted father was a Yakuza chairman, he even has an eagle, globe, and anchor which is the symbol of the U.S. Marines and a Celtic cross with the words "Semper Fi" written inside showing his loyalty to the Marine Corps, along with having the letters USMC tattooed on his left fingers, and he also has a scar like mark on the left side of his face along with an R on his face since those are birthmarks. After our famed Russian mob boss has recruited our hero to be a bodyguard to the Japanese businessman as a way of making an easy $25,000 but it was a split of $50,000 between him and Rock, but it seems that the duo has also been targeted by Lagoon Company but it seems that our heroes will be thrown into the world that is Roanapur, but with some wild west thrown into the mix, this story is rated M for blood and gore, strong graphic violence, adult language, nudity, use of drugs and alcohol, and for lemons in the future. As for the disclaimer, I don't own Django Unchained or Black Lagoon for that is owned by Quentin Tarantino along with The Weinstein Company and Columbia pictures, and Rei Hiroe along with Viz media, but without further ado, here's the first chapter!)
[Django theme playing in the background]
This is the story of Django Muldoon, a 21 year old Irish-American mercenary who was hired as a bodyguard for a Japanese businessman by the name of Rokuro Okajima, he was a former U.S. Marine Corps second lieutenant and he fought in the middle east after 9/11, he was only 18 when he joined, but it also turned out that he was also a third generation Marine whose grandfather fought during World War II along with being a survivor of Pearl Harbor, his father fought in Operation Desert Storm in 1991, and it turned out that he lost his parents at the age of four when his dad died in another tour in the middle east, his mother died when she drank so much vodka that she gave herself alcohol poisoning, he then lived with his grandfather until his 13th birthday when his grandpa was gunned down by a Neo-Nazi, and on that same night, he took his grandpa's Kimber 1911 Colt .45 and a pillow and shot the killer clean in his head leaving no evidence of the crime.
So he stayed at an orphanage for two years until a loving Japanese-American family decided to adopt him and he stayed until he was 18, after he graduated high school, he enlisted into the Marine Corps, soon after he enlisted, the world trade center was attacked and Django knew that he needed to fight so that wouldn't happen again.
So he spent a total of 3 years and one tour of Afghanistan, soon after he was honorably discharged with the rank of second lieutenant, but he decided to make a living as mercenary, so he decided to lend his services to the people who needed someone taken out along with any accomplices as well, he also carries around a guitar case which contains the weapons he uses to carry out his murderous acts, but he didn't care about sinning or anything like that, killing was in his blood, as was being a Marine, semper fi.
He mostly worked with the Irish mob and the Yakuza since both groups paid well, and he was raised into the
One day, a Russian woman known as Balalaika showed up and offered him a job which gave him $25,000 out of $50,000 to be split with the person he needed to protect.
"Under no circumstances, should any harm come to this man, understood? If you need to use deadly force, then so be it." Balalaika said, and Django checked the file showing a Japanese businessman who he was supposed to protect.
"So who am I looking at that might want this guy dead?" Django asked, and Balalaika smoked her cigar and let out a mouthful of smoke.
"Mostly other mercenaries looking to make a quick buck." So Django decided right then and there that he'd accept the job.
"Consider it done, when can I begin?" Django asked, and this just put a smile on Balalaika's face.
"Eager to start? Very well, you are to begin as soon as possible." Balalaika said as Django picked up his guitar case filled with weapons or in this case, his weapons, and he won't let anyone touch it since he doesn't trust that they could be able to handle them.
Also another reason, the weapons belonged to his father and his grandpa so they were mementoes to him.
Soon after, Rock and Django both loaded onto a cargo ship without any notice that they were being targeted by another mercenary faction sent by the same person.
Django then pulled out a cigarette as he then pulled out a lighter and took a puff off the nicotine stick, he then let out a small puff as he was trying to keep his mind clear but also sharp, and smoking really helped take the edge off of his paranoia.
"Can I bum one of those off of you?" Rock asked, and Django then handed Rock a cigarette along with his lighter, and Rock handed the lighter back to Django.
"Make it count alright? I'm down to my last four." Django said, Rock noticed the guitar case next to the mercenary.
"You play guitar?" Rock asked, and Django shook his head no, there was no guitar in the case.
"I keep my weapons in there." Django replied, he then opened the guitar case showing an M4A1 carbine assault rifle, a SPAS-12 shotgun, Heckler and Koch MP5K submachine gun along with a Smith and Wesson .357 hand cannon, two frag grenades, an M60 machine gun, along with a Tanto dagger and a machete strapped to the top of the guitar case, but it also turned out that he was also given a katana as well, but he forgot about it since he left the U.S. in a flash, but it seems that one of the sailors who also happened to work for his adopted Yakuza dad, he then appeared with the katana in hand as the sailor bowed to Django as he held the sword to Django and Django bowed to the sailor showing his respect since his adopted father taught him about the Japanese culture.
"Your father asked me to bring this to you, please take really good care of it since it's a family heirloom he asks." The sailor said, and Django bowed again.
"Arigatou." Django said, and Rock was surprised that Django knew Japanese.
"Wait a second?! You can speak Japanese?!" Rock asked surprised, and well duh!
Django was an adopted member of a Japanese-American family and he was taught to be bilingual.
"Father wanted me to be bilingual since I'm the heir to the Nakazomi clan." Django said, and this made Rock just totally think that Django was lying, but he wasn't afraid to hide the fact that he was an American Yakuza member, and a Gaijin for all that matter, but when he was 16, both Django and his adopted father performed the sake ritual where both his adopted father Seizo and him both drank sake and they both had to keep the cups on their person showing the connections that they have for one another, and Django was now the successor of the Nakazomi clan.
But it seemed that fate was about to toss the duo was about to meet the group that they were going to join, out of nowhere, a World War II torpedo ship came roaring out of nowhere, Django knew that there was going to be a fight coming soon, so he grabbed his dual custom Kimber 1911 Colts, he then waited for the ship to make its move.
"Rock, you better step back in case this might go tits up, if you die, then I can kiss that paycheck goodbye." Django said worrying for Rock's safety since he's the businessman's bodyguard.
Just then a grappling hook attaches itself onto the rail of the ship, and Django was willing to lay down his life to make sure that nothing happens to Rock since he was the golden goose, the grappling hook moved a little as there were two people climbing up the rope, Django then spun his pistols in his hands ready to fight, just then, an African-American wearing shades and Asian-American dressed up like Lara Croft climbed aboard.
"Revy, you might want to hang back. I'll take care of this." The African-American said, as he walked up to Django who was blocking him from Rock.
"Can I see your invitation for this boat?" Django asked acting like a bouncer.
"Step aside, my business is not with you, it's with the man behind you." The African-American said, but Django wasn't going to budge.
"Sorry, I can't let you harm him. He's my paycheck and the client hired me to be the man's bodyguard." Django said, standing his ground.
"Hey Dutch, you might want to hurry it the fuck up!" Revy shouted, so it seems that the shades wearing man is Dutch.
Dutch noticed that he was also dealing with a former U.S. Marine, but he had more training.
"What's your name soldier?" Dutch asked as Django then holstered his guns, took off the holsters along with the sword, and got into a fighting stance.
"Second Lieutenant Django Muldoon, 45th regiment company B retired." Django said, and Dutch also got into a fighting stance.
Django was a fifth degree black belt in karate along with judo, and he was skilled in bladed weapons along with other traditional Japanese weapons as well.
Django signalled Dutch to make the first move, and Dutch charged in with a right jab, but Django blocked it, grabbed him, and did a judo flip.
He then follows it up with a right jab of his own causing Dutch to spit blood, he then got up and spat the rest of the blood out of his mouth.
"You're not bad kid." Dutch said as he was ready for another go.
"You're not bad yourself old man." Django replied, Dutch then charged with a different result, he ducked, then delivered a left jab into his abdomen, knocking the wind out of the man, but Django was far from done, he then followed up with a knee to the chest, and finally a roundhouse kick to the face.
"Jesus fucking christ Dutch, you're getting your fucking ass kicked!" Revy said as she was about to draw one of her guns.
But Django grabbed her before and disarmed her before she could get a shot off.
"I'm going to ask you this, what is it that you want from the businessman?" Django asked, and Dutch got up still reeling from the ass whooping Django gave him.
"It's alright, it looks like we're going to have to take the both of them with us." Dutch said as he had no choice but to take Rock along with the bodyguard for some weird reason.
So, Revy, Dutch, Rock, and our hero Django all boarded the Black Lagoon as the torpedo boat roared off into the South China sea.
[To Be Continued…]
(A/N: Okay, I've been wanting to do this story for quite some time, but I wanted to say that my writing style is kind of a major tribute to one of my favorite directors/writers Quentin Tarintino and also the guitar case idea is a hat tip to Robert Rodriguez since both men have given me a form of inspiration for this piece of work and I just wanted to tell all those anti-anime haters out there, go sit on a fucking cactus and pound sand up your ass! I'm trying to ignore those fucking trolls that say that my writing sucks or that anime is just garbage or that I should just kill myself *NEVER GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN ASSWIPES, DEMON DON'T PLAY THAT!*, so why don't you take those comments and blow it out your ass instead? I mean, you guys are just talkers, you got nothing but talk, I mean I bet you don't even have the stones to do what we the writers do, I mean, I just write so I can earn people's respect, but to the trolls out there, get stuffed. Apologies for that little rant, but I really needed to get that off my chest, also, Quentin Tarintino, Samuel L. Jackson, and Leo DiCaprio are fans of anime, and calling them perverts and weirdoes is a major slap in the face to them as it is to me, so anyway, feel free to leave a review, don't care if it's a trashy guest because I can delete it if it's a guest but I can also block if it's a troll reader, plus, faves, follows, ideas for future chapters, etc. are always welcome, and until the next chapter, this is the master of chaos, the commander of the legion of corpses, BloodyDemon666 signing off!)